are we just fodder for cannon when needed and when needs arise who dies? not them tinpot general men it's us and then the telegram's sent to the family?
I suppose they just text telegrams today it's another institution that passed slowly away
there's much to be said for the personal touch but we don't get too much of that.
On Sunday I usually hate Sunday which is the day before what I call no fun day a monday and I want it to be Friday
I'd like it to be Friday in nineteen sixty nine but likes are like time mines they blow up in your face,
that's why I pass myself off as a replica, I never knew the real me.